Acachia arabica contd.

Love
I hardly know why I am a failed genius. I have traced you where ever I happen to be. I have lost the track of my own knowledge in a quest to find you. Sometimes my heart feels the lonely moments are the only reality with me. I do not reply to my so desolate heart. I do know even if you were with me its not going make a much difference. My heart is a donkey with me. It doesn't know any thing of mine.

At this moment a bullshit romantic song is being played at my Sony S some another is there its not clear to my eyes.I have heard from Pakistan religious cranks too , about : much of it. I have seen in my own world too. I think I should not elaborate further.

I was standing besides that Acachia arabica standing alone to the environment. I noticed many sprouting s at and around its hardy and beautiful visible range. The spicules were a little soft at that time , may be owing to immediate showers that got the environment a little mesophytic in content looks and feels.

I wished you could have been with me. My heart did oblige me to say : you simply make rose gardens out of thin airs.

Acachia arabica contd. April 1.2013 8.50 PM

Love 
I was talking of monotony.
I have often talked of gene language and genopsis at my website.
I will tell you the horrific sciences of genopsis

the net product of gene language gene environment psychology psychiatric parameters environment constraints live past and future hidden parameters make a physiological threshold quotient in our nervous system as well as in whole bio tic unit we possess : its called genopsis. 

by the very definition you can understand : only multidisciplinary approach towards bio sciences can help us or destroy us either way.

I was staring at my fate accomplish whilst standing at the location where Acacia arabica was standing tall to the environment.

but I could not locate myself too

only some of the memories gone by

me and my heart

that is the reality around 

Acachia arabica March 31.2013 7.34 PM

Love
I have been to village and adjoining areas. I stopped at a place that was a tri section of an earthen road. It was decorated with a lonely Acachia arbica tree. I was noticing its hardy and tough bio logical precincts. My Dad used to ferry me around these areas on his Java motorbike. I was refreshing his memories. The earthen banks of the river ghagar were predominant by its texture of soil and shape. I have walked upon these kacha roads to reach my Dad. The time gone by. Java, he used to keep in intact. Those days Indian market was not  developed enough to cater for frequent break down. One day me and Dad crossed a rivulet towards the village on other side of the land scape. Clean water and serene environment is still with me. I was asked to push the bike to neutralize the muddy grip on the tyres.


I still remember that grip

INTROVERTED SPRUCE MARCH 30.2013.11.07 PM

what a bloody tragedy
and ironical nonsense

the possessor infinitesome
does not possess love

sand dunes the only reality around

LOVE IN KILOMETERS MARCH 28.2013 4.47 AM

Its purely personal
Love
I was planning to start at this early hr.
I thought a while
my heart says
you are not with me
I didn't reply
it understood on its own

but it didn't tell me
what it understood

my brain opines
when you dont know 
your own heart

I keep my calm

but I really dont know

what for

LOVE IN KILOMETERS MARCH 27.2013.11.44 PM

Its purely personal
Love
I was talking of monotony
there are many few among st us
who study socio economic history
probably no body has cared to know its importance

English brains believe epic history of India is only a narrative story

but probably no body has brains enough ofcourse
our present day economic malaise 

it can be tackled

you will say 
it too boring

but love
I have written sciences 

I have just noticed
your feet are immensely beautiful

LOVE IN KILOMETERS MARCH 27.2013.7.22 PM

Its purely personal
Love
if you ever happen to my Kashyap Hall
you shall see whole bio world around
but not even a single adage or saying

just walk down a few steps down
botanical garden shall represent
what you could feel

its the sciences come true
you may not put pressure at your brain

plants tell
what humans dither
or literally misguide

No
I dont think
I can accompany you

I am too boring
too introvert
least talkative

its my pencil
that paints

you and me